I made soup today. Real soup, not from a can. I went to a grocery store, bought ingredients, prepped, boiled, sauteed, mixed, stirred, and created my great grandmother's Chicken Fricot (Chicken & Dumpling soup). And my roomie helped (a lot). It was a collaborative effort and it turned out great!
Some might be thinking "so what, I cook for (fill in the blank) hours for (fill in the number) of people everday", that's great, congratulations to you for being skilled in the kitchen, but I would rather wear toilet paper to a night-club just so I can afford to buy already made food rather than actually have to cook.
I can 100% appreciate the amazing art that is the culinary world (I was raised by a chef, hi Mom) and I think it rocks, which is why I want to eat as much food made by people who are good at it as possible. For me, the thought of 3+ hours consisting of: going to a grocery store, putting crap away, washing/prepping/cutting/mixing, then actually cooking it (in the right order, for the right amount of time), then eating it (which for me takes all of 2 minutes for an entire feast because I'm a pig with no self control)...and then cleaning EVERYTHING up. No thank you, the thought of it makes me cringe, literally, cringe.
But...today was actually fun. Maybe because I had help from my super cool roommate, or maybe because I was keeping a family tradition alive through soup, but it was great. Don't get excited though, this will not become a habit. I will probably order Thai for dinner tomorrow.
Anyway, making soup with my roomie was the highlight of my day.
And the fact that I'm watching Rugrats. The episode is called "Pickles vs. Pickles". Ah, the good old days.
Some might be thinking "so what, I cook for (fill in the blank) hours for (fill in the number) of people everday", that's great, congratulations to you for being skilled in the kitchen, but I would rather wear toilet paper to a night-club just so I can afford to buy already made food rather than actually have to cook.
I can 100% appreciate the amazing art that is the culinary world (I was raised by a chef, hi Mom) and I think it rocks, which is why I want to eat as much food made by people who are good at it as possible. For me, the thought of 3+ hours consisting of: going to a grocery store, putting crap away, washing/prepping/cutting/mixing, then actually cooking it (in the right order, for the right amount of time), then eating it (which for me takes all of 2 minutes for an entire feast because I'm a pig with no self control)...and then cleaning EVERYTHING up. No thank you, the thought of it makes me cringe, literally, cringe.
But...today was actually fun. Maybe because I had help from my super cool roommate, or maybe because I was keeping a family tradition alive through soup, but it was great. Don't get excited though, this will not become a habit. I will probably order Thai for dinner tomorrow.
Anyway, making soup with my roomie was the highlight of my day.
And the fact that I'm watching Rugrats. The episode is called "Pickles vs. Pickles". Ah, the good old days.
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